librarian at the beach


sketches of the THB (all pre-wonderland, oops); leftmost ones are my defaults,  but I wanted to try a few other designs before I settle on one

these are all based on other popular designs, although I kept a few things (head shapes and 1 or 2 defining features) the same across the board

(also shoutout to hospitalvespers’s taako b/c that definitely influenced the center one’s color scheme)

A Foreign Invader || Part 3

Originally posted by avitales

Hano Beach’s shoreline was being bombarded with water. The ocean was tumultuous, with giant waves crashing against the sand and scattering abandoned beach equipment everywhere. The buzz was back, humming with no soul in miles to hear it. Most in Heahea and the resort had evacuated hours ago, when the ocean’s turmoil became too dangerous to bear.

In the sky, the rift sat, like the serpentine pupil of a lizard. Watching, pulsating every few moments. Each of the pulses sent a new wave to collide with the shore, while each flash of light from the rift would bathe the air in the acrid stench of sulfur and ozone. The sky lit up with each flash, as if for a brief moment the night had passed and the sun had rose.

Then, without warning, the rift changed color. And seemingly, so did the entire world.

A bright, yellow light flared forth from the schism and covered the island in an eerie greenish glow. The light was constant, oppressive, and unrelenting. The ocean raged almost in protest of the new development while the rift continued on with its flashes and pulses. Once again, it grew in size as it spread across the night sky. Zig-zagging in odd places, the rift grew to nearly cover all of Hano Beach, when the sky itself ripped open.

Once again the light changed, and the rift changed from a mere scratch in the sky, to a massive Ultra Wormhole, far, far bigger than any of the others that had appeared in Alola thus far. Out of it, its dark body seeming to absorb the oppressive light, fell a colossal figure. Humanoid in shape, but with two huge appendages on its back, it slammed into the sea and sent a tidal wave to the sand of Hano Beach.

There it stayed, too, lying as if dazed or stunned. Slowly, a titanic hand reached up and pressed itself against the sandy floor of the shallow waters the figure had fallen to. Then another mirrored the movement as the figure stood, towering 40 to 50 feet over the sea level. The wormhole unceremoniously snapped shut with a resonating CLAP of its hands. Now, standing still, the silhouette of the massive creature appeared… decidedly less human.

Lanky and thin in odd places, its feet were no more than slightly defined spikes, while its hands had fingers too long for the palms, ending in eerie spikes. No visible neck connected its head to its body, but not that it would have mattered. The creature– the God’s “head” was little more than a large, flat triangle, floating undisturbed by the wind. A single yellow eye emitting an ominous glow was situated in the middle, and the eye scanned its surroundings. The appendages on its back flexed and stretched, and revealed themselves to be almost framework-like wingarms. Four sharp blades, the “feathers” of this creature’s wings, floated unattached to the structures haphazardly connected to the monster’s back.

The creature stood still, almost transfixed, before it took a few plodding steps forward. Each time its foot connected with the ground, it made a resounding THUD, while the sheer size of its limbs made soft breezes appear where they swung. The entity made a dismissing wave of its hand, and the ocean parted like a royal entourage making way for a king. It stepped up to the shore, placing its hands on its “hips” and… thinking, for a moment.

Then it spoke.

“ᗷY ᗰY ᗰOTᕼᕮᖇ’S ᑎᗩᗰᕮ, TᕼᗩT ᗯᗩS ᗩᗷSOᒪᑌTᕮ ᕼᕮᒪᒪ! Tᕼᖇᕮᕮ ᗪᗩYS ᗯᗩSTᕮᗪ TᖇYIᑎG Sᕼᗩᗪᕮ ᗩᖴTᕮᖇ Sᕼᗩᗪᕮ, ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᗩT Oᑎᕮ IS Tᕼᕮ Oᑎᕮ TO ᒪᕮT ᗰᕮ Iᑎ?! ᑎO ᗯOᑎᗪᕮᖇ ᗰOTᕼᕮᖇ ᑭIᑕKᕮᗪ ᗰᕮ ᖴOᖇ TᕼIS, KIIᗩᑎOI ᗯOᑌᒪᗪ GO IᑎSᗩᑎᕮ ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᕮ ᕮᑎᗪᒪᕮSS ᗯᗩIT!”

The God sighed, a loud, heavy sound that made several trees bend. It looked around and shook its head.

“ᗷᑌT ᗰOTᕼᕮᖇ ᑎᕮᕮᗪᕮᗪ ᗰᕮ. TᕼᗩT’S Tᕼᕮ ᗷᑌᖇᗪᕮᑎ Oᖴ ᗷᕮIᑎG Tᕼᕮ ᗷᕮST. OᑎᒪY ᒪOᖇᗪ ᑭOᐯᗩᑎOS ᕼᗩS Tᕼᕮ ᑭᗩTIᕮᑎᑕᕮ ᖴOᖇ TᕼIS ᗷᑌSY-ᗯOᖇK. ᑎOᗯ… TIᗰᕮ TO ᗪO ᗯᕼᗩT I ᑕᗩᗰᕮ ᕼᕮᖇᕮ TO ᗪO. ᗪOᕮSᑎ’T Sᕮᕮᗰ ᒪIKᕮ TᕼᕮY ᑕᗩᗰᕮ TO ᗰᕮᕮT ᗰᕮ, SO I SᑌᑭᑭOSᕮ I'ᒪᒪ ᕼᗩᐯᕮ TO GO ᖴIᑎᗪ Tᕼᕮᗰ ᗰYSᕮᒪᖴ.”

The monster, Lord Povanos, as he dubbed himself, stepped forward and thudded onto Akala Island.

Time to take back what belonged to him.